Monday, March 8th, 2004 • 2 Comments on Move Over, Veruca Salt*
I want a new computer. I am in a house with three computers and none of them are working properly. The CD-Rom drive on my computer isn’t working at all, without any provocation or reason whatsoever. Half of the cords on Jay’s computer are unplugged (reason: feline interference) and because he is the king of techie peripherals, I can’t move his desk and the computer to figure out what goes where without risking serious bodily injury. The old laptop, while functional, is painfully, excruciatingly slow. Unfortunately, I have a disc I need to look at and computers #1 and #2 aren’t working for that purpose, so the laptop is my friend for now. I’m getting gray hair as I watch it boot up, but it’s my friend.
I want a new computer. I want a shiny, new, lightweight, wireless laptop that I can take with me where ever I want to go. I want a computer that doesn’t give me error messages when I do something I’ve done a thousand times. I want a computer that doesn’t run at a snail’s pace because it is loaded down with programs and games I don’t use or play. I want a computer that is mine, all mine. I want a computer that looks like a sleek racehorse instead of a gigantic Clydesdale.
I don’t want the world, I just want a new computer. And I want it
*Obscure movie reference. First one to guess correctly gets to buy me a shiny new computer.